"Made by hand." "Baked with love." It's the writing on the
You definitely taste the love in Julia's bread; but man can't live by bread alone. For starters, the tiny space where you order hardly qualifies as appetizing: I prefer to call it "gross." Some may call it "charming," or "characteristic," but "dirty" seems more accurate. It's a two-man crew (one pulls your order, the other rings you up.) They move fast, which is good; but would it hurt to offer up a kind word (like "hello") or (shudder) a smile? Good luck finding that here.
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| Jamaican Style Empanada |
For just under six bucks, I ordered a Good Meal Deal (one Empanada, one Fruit Empanada and a fountain drink.) Since there's no room to eat inside, all orders are to go. I took mine back to work, and was happy to discover there weren't any "grease stains" in either the bag or the wraps: That's a good start. Sadly, it went down hill from there. My Jamaican Style entree (normally $3.59 each) advertised with "ground and chopped beef, onion, potato, curry, and other spices" was a gooey, tasteless paste. All you could taste was the bread, and the interior looked like "waste." Who eats stuff like this?
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| Apple Fruit Empanada |
As luck would have it, I wasn't done yet: Dessert (normally $2.10 each) was still to be had... an apple-filled version with a dusting of powdered sugar. Cold as ice, and once again way too doughy, I was hard pressed to finish more than two bites. Perhaps if it were hot? And filled (there was hardly any filling in either one.) Toss in an over-iced fountain drink, and you have a recipe for disaster. I'm guessing they taste better at 1:00 AM after a few drinks.
